Japanese people say live by the sword, die by the sword and as an assassin, I have killed many. Even if this saying is true the only thing dying by the sword is anyone unfortunate to become a target. I was not always like this so hateful of the world, the only reason I’m like this is because of her. She took everything from me and before I die, I’m gonna kill her even if I’m ridden with sin, even if I’m my soul irredeemable I will have my revenge.

Part time assassin

Percy sat in class with eyes staring outside. His mind was stuck on the proposition made by Inuba. He knew that he couldn’t trust him but the temptation of revenge was hounding him to take the offer. 


“You know could track down the guy that killed Andy for me. Bullshit” Percy snarled 


“We found you, what mission you’re on and what school you go to. What makes you think that we can’t find who killed your dear father figure” Inuba shrugged 


Percy turned around poker-faced and approached Inuba. He looked up at him and said “How do I know I could trust any of you” 


“That’s exactly it Percy, you don’t” Inuba responded 


“Then why the hell I would even join you then?” Percy asked 


“Because you have no one else to turn to” Inuba smirked 


I wanna be alone